Jumpin' The Gun

Female Vocal		Zee Carling
Guitar Solo		Paul Vincent
Guitars		Bob Kulick
Piano & keyboards		Paul Jacobs
Drums		Wells Kelly
Percussion		Frank Ricotti
Bass		John Siegler
Background Vocals		Clare Torry, Stephanie De-Sykes, Paul Jacobs, Wells Kelly

Heaven blesses those who wait
Patience is a virtue son
Keep your toe on the line
Keep your foot on the brake
No sense jumpin' the gun

But girl I'm tired of waitin'
You know life's too short
Lemme kiss ya 'til the night is done
Ain't no doubt about it
You're my favourite sport
God I wanna jump the gun

Feel like jumpin' the gun
Tonight I'm gonna jump the gun
No crime in havin' some fun
How about jumpin' the gun

Now they say it doesn't matter
If ya win or lose
Only matters how ya play the game
Well but let me tell ya baby
If I had to choose
Gotta win ya now or go insane

Feel like jumpin' the gun
Tonight I'm gonna jump the gun
No crime in havin' some fun
How about jumpin' the gun

Will ya hold me like a trophy
Will ya burn up the track
Will ya love me when the title's won
Blow away the competition
Baby, never look back
Honey will ya jump the gun

Gonna hold ya like a trophy
Gonna burn up the track
Gonna love ya when the title's won
They'll be eatin' up the dust
Baby, never look back
Tonight I'm gonna jump

Better get ready
Better get set girl -
This time we're jumpin' the gun

Ya think we're goin' too fast
Ain't seen nothin' yet girl
This time we're jumpin' the gun

Ready take your mark
Ooh I just can't wait -
This time we're jumpin' the gun

Ya gotta break a couple rules
If ya wanna break the tape
This time we're jumpin' the gun

Feel like jumpin' the gun
Tonight I'm gonna jump the gun
No crime in havin' some fun
How about jumpin' the gun